A Bullet and Justice

Written by: FABIYAS M V

Scattered blood drops have scrawled
A modern picture on the toilet walls.
Her virginity and life bird have been
Smothered in the beastly clutches.

''Charm of that dimple smile,
O daughter, no drug can tranquilize me.’’
As the pyre burns on,
A gloomy father leans on the broken dreams.

Innocent justice gets
Brutally raped in court.
A lawyer’s tongue wrenches the head
Of justice to acquit that human shape.

The father in dismay fires at that cruel chest,
And evil blood flows into death.
Shackles lock his wrists, but
Justice sits on the bullet as on a throne.

FABIYAS M V